Threesome for mom

CHAPTER TWELVE

Meg took the familiar path down the beach past the high dunes, as she had every day for the past week. Soon it would happen, she told herself, they would came back.

It had been two months since Jerry had left, since the terrible night. Sada was staying at the house in town. It was practically her house now since Meg had taken a long-term lease on the beach house.

She had tried to talk to Sada many times, but got nothing but a perfunctory hello and goodbye from her daughter.

One night she had awakened in a cold sweat, her body needing the relief that Jerry wasn't there to give. She had called Harvey and Paula. Paula had answered and told her that they had gotten a divorce. She didn't know where Harvey was and she didn't care.

Several times Sandra had called her, but Meg wanted no more to do with either her or Roy.

Frustration turned into loneliness. She thought of going to the bars, but, for some reason, the men seemed so tyrant-like in their demands. There was no need, no tenderness, and no innocence.

Then, by accident, she returned to the spot on the beach where she had first seen the two young boys. They were there again, waiting for the girl to show up. But she never did.

That had been the previous week and that was when Meg had gotten her idea. Since then she had been in the same spat on the sand every day.

She spread the blanket out and sat down, letting the warm sun bake her already quivering skin. She didn't have long to wait, not more than ten minutes.

The boys were usually as punctual as she.

When she heard their low-pitched whispers from the dune behind her, she stood and started the daily routine.

Maybe today, she thought, maybe today will be the day.

She slowly, sensuously, reached behind her and fumbled with the clasps of her halter top. She could faintly hear their intake of breath as she turned in their direction.

In her imagination, Meg could see them pulling their smooth cocks from their pants and gaspingly anticipating her next move.

The clasps fell apart at her back. She squeezed her tits together with her arms, accentuating the deep valley of her cleavage as the bra top fell away and dropped to the sand.

Again she heard the heavy gasps from behind the pile of sand.

With her face a mask of calm, she rolled the bottom of her bikini down until just a faint line of dark pubic hair curled above the material. Then, as she had every other day, she lay on her back to let the sun bake her near-nude body.

She sensed almost immediately that today would be different. The boys spoke in louder, bolder whispers. She could hear them very clearly as they admired her body and wriggled closer to where she lay on the sand.

"Wow… you ever seen tits like that?"

"Her pussy hair's black! I wonder if it covers her whole crotch."

"Of course it does."

"How do you know?"

"I saw my sister's once. It goes clear down between their legs."

"She sure is beautiful! I'd like to see her naked all over!"

Come here… come here, Meg wanted to scream. You not only can see me naked all over, you can touch me, smell me, taste me, fuck me. Yes, come here, my sweet little boys, and you can fuck me. You can fuck me anywhere you want: in my mouth, my ass, my pussy, anywhere. Come closer and fuck me!

"You suppose she's asleep?"

"Why?"

"'Cause I wanna touch her tits."

"You crazy?"

"Hell no… I could just crawl out there beside her and at least I could see her tits up close."

"Not me, what if she wakes up?"

"I'll run."

"I'm runnin' now if you're gonna do it. I don't wanna get caught."

"Okay… you run, but I'm gonna do it." Meg could hear one of the boys scamper away over the sand. All was silent for a few moments and then she heard the unmistakable rustling of the second boy moving stealthily towards her.

Oh… oh, God, hurry. You don't know how much I've got waiting for you, my little lover.

She opened her eyes and saw his young, wide-eyed, handsome face only a few feet from her body. His eyes were riveted on the swelling rise and fall of her big tits.

Closer… closer he came, until she could almost feel his hot breath on the side of her breast.

Then his hand came up and gently rested on her tit, the palm hot on her rigid nipple. She waited until she heard his breath come in great gasps and then snapped her eyes open.

"What are you doing?"

"Jeez," he squealed and tried to lurch to his feet.

Meg grasped him by the ankle and pulled him down beside her. He fought like a little tiger, but she held him and eventually pinned him to the sand.

Even then, frightened and struggling under the pressure of her arms and knees, he couldn't take his glassy eyes off her huge, dark-tipped mounds.

"I wasn't doing anything, lady, honest. Let me."

"You put your hand on my breast. Why?"

"I couldn't help it… I really couldn't."

"Why?"

"Cause," he gasped. "I wanted to touch it. You're so beautiful."

She smiled. "I guess you really couldn't help it, could you?"

"Well, then I guess I can't blame you."

"You can't?" he gasped in astonishment. "Not really."

"Then you ain't mad?"

"No," Meg said, releasing him but leaving her hands close to him in case he decided to bolt. "I guess my naked breasts would excite a strong boy your age, wouldn't they?"

"They sure do," he gulped.

"I forgive you then. Want to be friends?"

"Yep… yeah, I sure do."

"I tell you what… I'll even take you back to my house and you can have some soda and pie."

"You'd do that?" he said, disbelief at his good fortune registering in his eyes.

"Say… what's your name?"

"Billy."

"Well, come on, Billy," she said, standing and pulling the beach robe on to hide her naked tits. She shoved the bra and blanket into the basket.

"You mean, you ain't gonna tell on me?"

"Not if you don't," Meg said, smiling at him and patting the top of his head before putting her arm around his thin shoulders.

"Boy, that was good," Billy said, cramming the last bit of pie into his mouth.

"Would you like another piece?"

"I couldn't eat no more," he said. "Besides, I probably ought to get home."

"So soon?" Meg said. "Why don't you stay and we'll talk a little."

"Well… okay… I guess."

They moved into the living room. Meg could barely stop the shaking in her body as she watched him walk in front of her.

Her mind was racing. A boy! Here was a young boy right in her own house. Who could ask for anything better than this? She ached for him. She wanted to see him naked.

But what excuse could she use to entice him. "How old are you, Billy?"

"Eighteen."

"Oh? You're big for your age."

"Yeah… a little."

He wasn't. He was small for his age. But he had beautiful flashing dark eyes and black hair. She had already seen his cock once and she yearned to see it again, and to feel it.

Meg had changed into a flimsy robe while he ate. She had nothing on under it and she knew, if she didn't hold it closed, it would open down the front at the slightest move she made. She wondered if she could make her seduction look like an accident.

Purposely, she tripped and fell against him. At the same time she called his name. He turned just in time to catch her. As they came together her robe opened.

His hands filled with her bare breasts and his eyes popped at the sight of the thick, black bush that covered her cunt.

He gulped loudly. His face turned red with embarrassment. Both of them were crouching on the floor facing each other.

She did not pull the robe closed immediately and Billy took a few moments to realize what he was doing before he looked away. There were goose bumps standing up on his arms. Meg could see that. She knew she had had an effect on him.

He had begun to sweat profusely as he jumped to his feet. Meg rose slowly right in front of him. She let the robe hang free. She took him by the hand.

Billy's Adam's apple was bobbing up and down in his throat. He was frightened out of his senses by seeing this lady's naked body. She hadn't let go of his hand. It made him extremely nervous to be so close to her.

He could see the rounded inside part of both her tits. They nearly touched each other. The boy looked away from her, out the window. She had to smile at his shyness.

"What's the matter, Billy?" she said.

"A… nothin', Ma'am."

"Meg. Call me Meg. Why can't you look at me now? You saw me like this on the beach, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but… but not all of you."

"You mean my pussy?" He gulped again. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Come over here and sit down so that we can get acquainted."

The feeling of lust that welled in her cunt made her bold. She had to feel this boy now. There was no way she could let him get away from her without having him. She threw caution to the wind.

"Come on, Billy," she said, pushing him back gently on the couch. He weakly let her do it. "We have so many things to do together." She began to stroke his face and neck with a light, sensuous touch. His skin was like cream to her. It made her juices flow just to feel him. The boy was trembling with embarrassment. He was confused and frightened.

"What are you doing, Meg?"

"I'm only touching you. Don't you like it, Billy?"

"I-I've got to go," he stammered.

"Why? I heard you tell your friend down on the beach all the things you'd like to do with me. Don't you want to do them now?"

"I… I, uh, don't know…"

"Don't you want to find out what girls are like? Are you afraid?"

"No… I ain't afraid."

"You touched my tit, Billy. Wouldn't you like to touch my pussy, too?"

The boy was speechless. He was too confused and afraid to fight her. There was also the problem of his rising emotions. He wasn't immune to the sensuous stroking she was doing to him. His virgin cock was stirring in his pants.

Meg couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop now. She leaned over and began to kiss the boy on the face and neck. She ended up by kissing him with a full kiss on the lips. Her tongue hungrily sought his in his mouth.

The boy's breath came in gasps. The perspiration dripped off him. His entire body became clammy as she held him close. The T-shirt he was wearing clung to him from the moisture.

Meg felt down his body to the top of his pants. She paused there for a moment, then she went on. The boy groaned softly and weakly when he felt the pressure of her hand on his cock.

Her hands pressed down on his stiffening rod. She leaned against him so he would slide backward on the sofa. She was half on top of him. She unbuttoned his pants and began to take down his zipper.

Then it was out! She saw it! It was smooth from being erect and had no hair on it anywhere. She was so surprised and pleased. Her cunt spasmed, she felt the trickle of juices ooze out of her pussy.

Her head reeled. She had to have him. She had to suck him, fuck him. His hard little prick felt wonderful in her hands. She loved the feel of it… the smell and the sight of it. She was enraptured by the virgin cock. His eyes were closed as she was entranced by his little rod.

She began to stroke it from the tip to the base. He groaned and moved on the couch. She was beside herself with lust. She had to take it in her mouth.

Her tongue flicked around it. The boy felt the shocks of the electricity she produced shoot up his cock into his groin. He flinched.

Meg could taste the fluid that kept dripping faster and faster from him. She swallowed it down greedily. She opened her lips to take more of his shaft in. Just as she did, Billy began to try to twist on the couch.

"Oh, shit!" he screamed.

The cock strained in her mouth. It swelled up and trembled all over. She knew he would come soon. She sucked on him harder and harder.

He was coming.

Meg sucked like she had never sucked before. His cock trembled, jerked, swelled and shot his cum into her eager mouth.

The boy was coming! His virgin cock was coming right into her ready mouth. Meg drank down his first load with great vigor. She was in her glory. His cock was buried in her mouth right up to the balls. She licked and sucked on him. He was moaning and groaning, arching off the couch, as his young jizz continued to splash into her.

She had done it… she had made the youngster come! His cock began to wither. She licked it some more. Then she let it slide gently out of her mouth.

She moved over him until her tits nearly encased his face. "Wasn't that good… did you like it, Billy?"

"Yeah… but…" His eyes stared up at her in wonder.

"What?"

"What did you do with the stuff?"

It took a moment for her to realize what he meant and then she laughed. "I swallowed it."

"Jeez."

"It was delicious. Do you want to suck my tits? I want you to."

Tentatively he touched a hard nipple with his tongue. Then he took the bud between his lips. Then he sucked and his cock rose a second time and he was lost to her.

Soon the head of his cock touched the wet hairs between her legs. Meg lowered herself. She pressed her cunt down onto his stiff cock. She rotated her hips. Oh, it felt so good his prick sandwiched between their bodies. She felt it against her hairy slit.

Her breathing became heavier. Her pussy was already soaking wet from her oozing juices. She had to feel the boy on her. The little prick of his was so lovely and smooth.

She moved herself so that his cock tip lodged just inside the folds of her pussy. It pressed right against her cunt. Her stomach tightened and more juice flowed from her hole.

The sensation sent sparks of passion through her body. She began to grind her cunt onto his little cock. It kept rubbing right against her clit. It was the feeling that she loved so much. The boy continued to groan. He lay limp under her. Only his prick was hard and ready.

She reached between them and guided his cock to her cunt. "I'm going to put you inside me now, Billy," she said; "I'm going to fuck you with my pussy. Don't be afraid."

"I ain't afraid… do it!" he said.

She slapped her hips down hard onto the boy's prick. She twisted and turned on its shaft. She tried to make it hit up against the walls of her velvet sheath. Her muscles were contracting spasmodically and sensuously around him.

Although he was not into her very far, it was far enough for him to feel her soft inner walls. Her juices flowed out of her hungry hole like a flood.

Rapidly Meg had her first and then second climax. The boy came a second time. She could feel his thin streams of hot juice boil up into her pussy.

"Oh, it feels so good… so good," he gurgled. Then his little cock began to weaken. He had squirted out all the cum his balls could produce. Meg still bounced on his cock. She wanted to get all she could out of him. Her cunt opened and closed furiously.

Finally she stopped. She panted heavily on him. Their chests heaved into one another. Her ample breasts pressed into his chest. Her head was reeling. She felt her cunt relax. The juices that had filled her hole began to trickle out of her. They flowed out and wet the boy's cock and pants. She loved the feeling.

When at last the boy was dressed again and Meg was in her robe, she walked with him to the door.

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"I sure did," he said, smiling up at her. "Can I come back tomorrow?"

"Maybe," she said. "If you remember what we both said on the beach."

"What?"

"I won't tell… you won't tell."

"I ain't gonna tell anybody," he said emphatically.

"Unless you could trust the other boy that was with you today?"

"Davey? Oh, yeah. We can trust him."

"All right then, tomorrow you may bring him along and we'll all play."

She watched him trot down the walk and turn at the gate. He waved and she waved back.

Her hand traveled down to her dripping pussy and her eyes closed. She smiled as she thought about the next day. And the next, and the next.